A/N: Only one more chapter to go. I'm going to try and get it done before the end of next week because then NaNoWriMo starts and if the story isnt finished, it might never be.

Chapter Eleven

"Are you out of your mind?" House all but shouted at her, causing passers-by to look at them. When he glared back, they scurried on their way.

Gaby shifted and casually rested one arm on the railing. "No, I don't believe I am. Remember, Greg, I do this kind of thing for a living. This 'aint my first time at the rodeo. He's going to follow us no matter where we go. We might as well use it to our advantage."

House gripped his cane tighter so his knuckles were white. "I don't like it."

"You don't have to like it, but it's not your job. It's mine."

"Your job will get you killed."

"So could yours. You've already been shot and God only knows what Nurse Jeffery would've done if he succeeded in his mission." She then reached over and picked off a piece of lint from his shirt and moved closer. "You're mad at me," she said as a statement, not a question.

"No, I'm not mad."

"Yes you are. Well, if you're going to continue to be mad," she said with a cute smile as her hand slid up his chest and she stepped closer, "then we can go back to the hotel and "fight" about it."

House arched his eyebrow and looked down at her. She was still smiling, but it was a sexy smile and her other hand was sliding up his chest to link around his neck. A small grin turned up one corner of his mouth. "Perhaps we should."

"I've seen enough of this city for one day anyway," she said as she took his hand and started pulling him in the direction of the hotel.

Their lips were fused together as the door opened and clothes were quickly removed. They made it as far as the couch and found that to be too cramped. Gaby grabbed a couple of the throw pillows just as they moved to the floor and continued their tryst.

"Greg!" she gasped when his mouth found her breast and his hand found that one spot that caused her to arch her back.

"Shh," he chuckled as his tongue swirled over her nipple. "We're supposed to be fighting, remember?"

"If this is fighting I can't wait for the make-up sex."

He smiled and then rolled them over so she was on top of him. "I think I've created a monster."

"I believe you have," she giggled as she maneuvered herself over him and then sank down, causing them both to groan loudly. "Oh God Greg, so good," she gasped, her hands on his chest for leverage as she moved up and down on him. Slowly at first.

House gripped her hips and bucked up into her. "Fuck...Gaby...faster..."

She smiled and moved faster. "Yes, doctor."

"Don't get cocky. I'm still mad."

Gaby threw her head back and laughed but started to move up and down at a much faster pace. He reached up to where their bodies joined and rubbed her clit until she arched her back and moaned. "Greg!"

His arm reached up and pulled her down for a long kiss as he helped her reach her climax and then reached his own. She collapsed against him and he wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her back.

"Mmm that was amazing," she sighed as she kissed his chest.

"Yeah."

Gaby rolled off of him and lay on her side, her fingers playing with the hairs on his chest. "Greg?"

"Mhm?" he murmured, eyes closed and already getting sleepy.

"Everything will work out. I promise."

He opened one eye, glanced at her and then nodded. "We'll look out for each other."

X X X

After a couple more days in Paris, House and Gaby packed up their stuff and flew back to Princeton. "Were you serious? Before?" she asked him in the taxi on the way back to his apartment.

"About what?"

"Wanting me to live with you."

He nodded. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to."

"Okay. I guess part of me was just worried you said it in the heat of passion or something and that you might regret it."

"Life's too short to have regrets."

Wilson was already at the apartment when the cab pulled up and he came out to help with their luggage. "Welcome back, House, Gaby."

"Thanks, James."

"Wilson," House said with a nod. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. Sorry I couldn't meet you at the airport. I just got out of surgery."

"It's fine. Take care of that, will ya, Wilson?" House asked his friend as the cab driver waited for payment, and then took Gaby inside.

"My house is your house," he smiled at her.

"Like before."

"Yeah, only for real this time."

"For real?" Wilson said from the doorway. "What do you mean?"

"Gaby and I are shacking up. So unless you wanna catch a live show, I suggest you go home now. I can take it from here."

Wilson shook his head in disbelief, muttered under his breath and left the apartment.

"So, I guess we gotta pack up to go to LA?" Gaby said as she put her bag down and crossed the room towards him.

"At some point. But not now," he leered as he reached for her. She took his outstretched hand and giggled when she wound up in his arms and his mouth devoured her neck.

"Mhm I have a better idea myself," she murmured as her hands immediately started to unbutton his shirt.

"Bedroom?"

"Actually I had another idea."

"Mhm?"

"I thought about back when you'd stay in some nights, and you had a roaring fire going while you sat on the couch and read your medical journals. And I remember sitting across from you, wondering what it would be like..." Then she stopped and shook her head.

"What what would be like?" he urged. "Come on, you can't get me all curious and then stop. Tell me," he whispered as he continued to kiss her neck and nibble a spot behind her ear that he recently discovered as a favorite.

Gaby moaned softly and closed her eyes, her hands squeezed his shoulders. "Remember in Paris when we ended up on the floor instead of the bed?"

"Yes."

"Well what I had in mind is similar except there would be a fire and mood music and..."

"Us naked on the floor?"

"Exactly."

House smiled down at her. "Sounds good to me."

"Yeah," she said as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.

"Why don't you go pour us a drink and I'll get the fire started."

Gaby nodded and went to the kitchen while House tossed some logs into the fireplace, struck a match and the fire came to life. He then crossed the room, selected a blues record and placed it gently on the turntable.

"Wow, I didn't know people still used those," Gaby said as she handed him a tumbler of Scotch.

"Blues are meant to be heard this way," he said as he gestured to the floor where he'd thrown down some pillows and a blanket.

"Sexy," she grinned as she got down on the floor next to him and he immediately started kissing her.

"This was a good idea," he murmured against her lips as he lowered her back against the pillows and moved on top of her.

"Greg!" she squealed as she pressed her hands against his chest.

"Mhm?"

"Slow down."

His eyes flipped open and he pulled away. "If you insist."

"This is supposed to be romantic," she giggled when he pouted.

"It is," he nodded and started kissing and nibbling her neck, eliciting a dreamy sigh from her. When his hand slipped down inside her underwear, she gasped. "Mmm like that, Gaby?"

"Yessss..."

"What else do you like? Tell me what you want me to do."

He could see her frown and it made him chuckle because he knew she hated when he made her ask for it.

"I..."

"Tell me," he said, his lips moving down to her throat.

"Getting wet..."

"Good. What else?"

"Feeling your hands all over me." She took his free hand, brought it up to her lips and kissed it. "I love your hands, Greg. And your fingers." He grinned and slipped one finger into her mouth, and she immediately sucked on it, causing him to let out a deep groan.

"I love touching you...everywhere," he said as he slowly pulled his finger out and then kissed her.

"Greg...I want you...I want all of you...right now."

"You have me," he replied as he tugged her underwear off and pulled her on top of him.

Gaby positioned herself over him and as she sank down, she let out a deep, guttural moan that House had never heard before.

He watched her as she moved on top of him, amazed at how she turned into such a hell cat all of a sudden, but he wasn't complaining. Her nails raked over his chest as she nipped at his collar bone.

"Gaby..."

"Greg..."

"So good..."

Together they reached the point of no return and held each other close as they fell into a deep sleep until morning.

X X X

House woke up to find Gaby pacing back and forth as she spoke to someone on her cell. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched her as she spoke in hushed tones to the person on the other end and then snapped her phone shut.

"We're good to go for L.A. You'll be doing your speech and we'll have you fully covered the entire time."

"And where are you going to be?"

"I'll be there, sitting in the front row."

"Bored out of your skull."

Gaby came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Perhaps, but I like hearing your voice. You could be reading a phone book and it would still have the same effect."

"Really?" he asked, looking surprised.

"Really. You have a very sexy voice, Dr. House. It's a wonder why more women don't throw themselves at your feet. You're good looking, sexy, and brilliant," she said as she gently stroked his scruffy cheek. "And you're mine."

They ate breakfast while she briefed him on their tentative plans. "You will be wired at all times but you won't be armed."

"Aww well that's no fun," he chuckled and sipped his coffee.

Gaby arched an eyebrow at him. "Would you like a weapon? It can be arranged."

"It would be cool but I have no experience."

"We can go to a firing range so you can get the feel of using one."

"Seriously?"

She shrugged. "Sure. I could use some practice myself. When we get to L.A. I know the perfect place."

"When are we leaving?"

"Noon. So start packing. I'll go make the coffee."

He didn't have time to question her, just did what he was told and chuckled to himself at that very idea. When she told him to jump, he felt he was obligated to do her bidding, whatever it might be. As he tossed clothes into his suitcase he shook his head to clear it but the thoughts just kept coming.

He was definitely in love with her. There was no point in denying it anymore. They grew close since he arrived in Venice and their whirlwind romance was just that. It all happened so fast that part of him wondered if he hadn't dreamed it. The smell of the coffee from the kitchen told him it was all very real. He was sure that Nolan would be asking him "how do you feel about that?" and he paused. How did he feel? Was it the same as he had with Stacy? No, not even close. The only thing Stacy had in common with Gaby was that she was confident and driven. Nothing else.

He zipped the suitcase closed, got dressed and went to the kitchen where Gaby was making breakfast and singing softly to the music on the radio. He stood in the doorway and watched as her body swayed along with the tune then he stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist as he placed kisses down the side of her neck.

"Mmm smells good."

"It's almost ready.

House stepped back from her as he reached for a coffee cup and filled it. They sat and enjoyed breakfast, unaware that across the country, a certain someone was plotting his revenge.